A Warm Morning Float

A warm patch of morning light stretched across the rug, so I wiggled over to greet it. Right at the edge of the sunlight lay a shiny, smooth glass marble. I nudged it with my nose. It rolled forward with a gentle clinking sound, gliding effortlessly along the wooden floorboards. I scooted right after it, using my flippers to slide across the warm timber. When it tapped against the threshold and rested, I settled down beside it, letting the golden sunshine warm my back.